‘How can you not write about a night like this?’
Asked the stars, to me
Can they not see what they miss?
Shining, with no less than glee.
The stars and the moon,
Waiting to meet each other any sooner
When will the lights arraign?
You will never have the chance to see this again.
Close your eyes
Breathe in the sequioa-scented air,
Open your eyes, to a world changed
All you can do is sit and stare.
The moon, surfacing from beneath curtains of dark clouds
Eerily ascertaining their position in space
More than you could ever efface,
Exist not live
Resist not give.